Each week, Trista smokes a strain that moves her to write a poem. Here is a poem all about Cookies and Cream.  

 

Its creamy and delicious,

totally ridiculous.

I find it quite suspicious.

So lets go find the missus.

 

She may know why

and I doubt she would lie.

For then I would cry

and she’d take a sigh.

 

So back to what’s important,

cookies are cohabitant

and cream is quite consistent,

all of its exorbitant.

 

Its cream and delicious,

totally ridiculous.